Presently Untitled
By Shawn R. Jones
I have always been afraid of silence
and the sounds that imply silence
like church bells tolling at twelve,
soft, faint giggles after wine,
toddlers singing nursery rhymes
in schoolyards across town,
golden pendulums swinging
behind still chains, clocks ticking
lazily behind wooden frames,
featherless gray cardinals
pacing across thin perches,
machines beeping down quiet halls,
and the insistent ring of an unanswered call,
until I heard God’s voice
drizzle before hard rain,
replacing the pain-
fully unspeakable
eerie solitude
of silence.
Copyright 2003 Shawn R. Jones
This is a poem I am currently revising. I am not sure what it is really… about, but I am sure I will better understanding of it after the fifth draft or so. Anyway, I hope you get something out of it. Thank you for stopping by : )